Pictures are ready, munchkins
So a few of you have been hassling for the photographic evidence of my departure from the US. So here it is:
Firstly, the place itself.
Fleetwood:
Lighthouse.
Lighthouse.
Thats my old street and the house I was braught up in. Look on the right hand side, the first set of three. The middle one, with the satelite coming off it. Thats the house baby Danielle first spoke, first walked and first farted in.
Lord Street, the main road. Obviously. ;)
The church formerly know as the Church I want to get married in...Not anymore tho, I went to a service and decided I wanted something a little happier... :)
Nans house. Where I am. Not right now, but later :)
Nans street. Thatcher homes are go!
The mount. A fatastic waste of brick and marter.
More Fleetwood Randomness:
Dricing to Fleetwood from London, we came across these amazing things:
Basically, the Brits have come up with an ingenious way to slow down traffic when conjestion is coming up, so to lower the chances of a surprise slamming of the breaks and to minimise coasting time for you car. So instead of going from 75 to 0, you slowly, over a few miles, slow down, and usually when you come to the point of the conjestion or accident, ITS ALREADY CLEARED and you can start speeding up again. What did I tell you about driving in England? You didnt believe me, did you!?!
We had a buffet before the Fam left, Sam and I slaved all day to make the scrumsiousness!
Pork Pies, Cheese and onion pasties, sausage rolls and...Egg rolls? Yes, yes we did.
I made those Pickled onion, cheese and pinapple sticks. Shuddered everytime I stuck the wooden pick into the squeaky onion..And eating the delisious devils..thats another nightmare altogether.
NEW YEARS!
Getting wrecked:
more wrecked:
pretending to be wrecked:
Me and Mum:
The crowded pub:
I dont remember:
Oh..Dad:
BTW. Im already used to the cold:
Cant you tell? It just come naturally I suppose.
Well thats all for now.
Send me some requests, if you like :)
-Danielle
Firstly, the place itself.
Fleetwood:
Lighthouse.
Lighthouse.
Thats my old street and the house I was braught up in. Look on the right hand side, the first set of three. The middle one, with the satelite coming off it. Thats the house baby Danielle first spoke, first walked and first farted in.
Lord Street, the main road. Obviously. ;)
The church formerly know as the Church I want to get married in...Not anymore tho, I went to a service and decided I wanted something a little happier... :)
Nans house. Where I am. Not right now, but later :)
Nans street. Thatcher homes are go!
The mount. A fatastic waste of brick and marter.
More Fleetwood Randomness:
Dricing to Fleetwood from London, we came across these amazing things:
Basically, the Brits have come up with an ingenious way to slow down traffic when conjestion is coming up, so to lower the chances of a surprise slamming of the breaks and to minimise coasting time for you car. So instead of going from 75 to 0, you slowly, over a few miles, slow down, and usually when you come to the point of the conjestion or accident, ITS ALREADY CLEARED and you can start speeding up again. What did I tell you about driving in England? You didnt believe me, did you!?!
We had a buffet before the Fam left, Sam and I slaved all day to make the scrumsiousness!
Pork Pies, Cheese and onion pasties, sausage rolls and...Egg rolls? Yes, yes we did.
I made those Pickled onion, cheese and pinapple sticks. Shuddered everytime I stuck the wooden pick into the squeaky onion..And eating the delisious devils..thats another nightmare altogether.
NEW YEARS!
Getting wrecked:
more wrecked:
pretending to be wrecked:
Me and Mum:
The crowded pub:
I dont remember:
Oh..Dad:
BTW. Im already used to the cold:
Cant you tell? It just come naturally I suppose.
Well thats all for now.
Send me some requests, if you like :)
-Danielle